Let’s play this game, we won’t talk to each other. No, we don’t have to.Let’s just talk with our eyes, I feel good when you look at me like that.
Wanna know more about me? I ain’t going there, boy. I am comfortable in my place, my own space. For the love that’s never there, don’t come to me and start the fire.
A weak spark that you ignite every time you look at me is more than enough, because I don’t want more. I don’t want relationship, I don’t need a boyfriend; or a lover.
Call it anything you want, it’s the same. Once upon a time, I want you. Now it’s not more than a dot on my life. You still matter, though. But not as significant as before.
I am no longer want to chase something that’s too close to touch. I want the moon, not the shadow that’s fall from a tree even though you’re beautiful too.
I want the whole garden, not a single rose. I am selfish, yes. I am greedy and about to cross the line. But I don’t want you like that, I want the thrill when we steal a glance at each other.
Not the warmth of you late at night. No, you won’t be able to understand me or what I want because I don’t want to. You’re more than welcome to leave anytime you want.
I never close the door, it’s open since the first time you came.
So let’s just stare at each other and enjoy this little spark, because you won’t be able to make me feel love that burns through the night.